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The Littlest Angel © 2001, Ferna Lary Mills
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I’m only a small child, not much do I know. God holds onto my hand as I look down below. I’m here with the Father in the most beautiful place yet I can’t feel much joy when I see your sad face.
Your heart has been broken, I can see from up here as you struggle along and you wipe every tear. If I only had words I could send you today that would tell you I’m home and I’m really okay.
Heaven is beautiful with sparkles and white wings, and the angels are teaching me so many things. I’ll grow and mature in this Heavenly land while holding on tightly to my Father’s soft hand.
Then one day you’ll join me in this home in the skies. Our joy will be full with no more goodbye’s. So don’t grieve for me now; find peace in your soul, and know God has finally made your little one whole.
Now, even if you can’t seem to understand why, please know in your heart that our love didn't die. He tells me that just for a time we must wait and then I can meet you at Heaven’s front gate!
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Special thanks to Crystal Begin of Vivid Crystal Wood Signs for the absolutely beautiful memorial plaque she created using her artistic talents along with this poem in memory of Caylee Marie Anthony.
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Transformed by Tears...
Written as a special tribute to
Dylan James Groene
Posted here with author's permission.
The ashes of an innocent boy
Scattered in a culvert,
Surrounded by a copse of trees...
No one there to protect what's left...
Life cut short by an act of demons,
Driven in an abusive murderer
Masquerading as a man possessed...
The man hurt him... and hurt him...
Until he could feel no more pain...
Abandoned and alone...
No one to notice as his soul's footsteps
Silently walked away...
soul never looking back...
No one to see the Savior in white
Gather him in his arms and weep...
Tears for what the little boy had endured...
His fears...and...
Who Dylan would never be...
Dylan can grow no more... never to be the
Star of his school's soccer team...
The one to score the winning goal...
The lover of his special girl...
The father of his kids that could have been...
His dreams are all ashes in that culvert
in the copse of trees...
His soul walked away and the
Savior in White enveloped him in His Love...
The boy smiled, then laughed,
As he felt his Savior's tears
Obliterate the man's face forever...
Wash the bad memories away...
Disperse the pain like vapor...
To create Dylan anew...
Now clothed in a cloak of pure white...
The being he was never allowed to become...
Who now plays ball on his Savior's team...
A child angel for all eternity...
Transformed by the tears of his Savior in white...
I didn't place the distance between Jupiter and Mars. I didn't time the seasons, or position all the stars.
I didn't form the bonds between the moon and the tide. Nor do I know just how a bright sun, mere clouds can hide.
I had no part in Creation of beasts and plants, or man. I have no special knowledge of each detail of God's plan.
For I am not the Creator of all things seen and unseen. Certainly it's not meant for me to understand what all things mean.
My task is really simple. My job is to simply trust in the Creator who created me and formed me from the dust.
For He has all the answers. He's completely in control. I trust Him with my life. I trust Him with all my soul.
When my trials on earth are over and He comes to take my hand, I believe with all my heart I will completely understand.
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Why? © Ferna Lary Mills Posted here with author's permission
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Dylan, You were a kind, loving and generous child who was taken from us much too soon. Your life and death has touched more people around this world than you could have possibly ever imagined. You live on in the hearts and spirits of each of us that have been impacted by you and your story. Rest in peace with our Lord and Savior.
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The 23rd Psalm
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever. (KJV)
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Senseless Tragedy Remembering the Littlest Angels
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Caylee, Your life, though shamelessly short, has touched so many others. Eyes have been opened, hearts have been softened, lives have been changed. May God hold you in His loving arms.
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Add a memorial tribute or a poem you have written in memory of one of the Littlest Angels lost to senseless tragedy.
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With media coverage of many of the littlest angels being so intense, their plight is brought into
the homes and lives of millions, who day by day grieve the loss of these children almost as if
they were their own. Upon request, we have created this "Special Tribute" section as a place of
healing for the many who want to voice their condolences and express their grief. Although
these children are not their own, their life and their death have greatly touched many hearts.
Disclaimer: It is not our intent to cause harm or additional pain to the families of these children. Our mission is
simply to provide a place of healing, for the many people whose lives have been affected by the life and death of
these children. If at any time you believe any information printed here is in error, please bring it to our attention
for correction. If you are a direct family member and feel that the information presented here is causing you
additional grief, please let us know and it will be removed. Our intent is not to cause any additional pain. The
sole mission of Rainbow Faith is to encourage the bereaved, whether they are family members or not. With all of
the media hype, one does not have to be a direct family member to be bereaved over the death of one of these
little angels. This section of our web site has been created solely to give those "non family members" a place to
express their condolences and their grief.
Our deepest sympathy to the family members and to those others who are saddened, as we are, by the loss of
these children to senseless tragedy.